When Heart-Bells Chime In Their Own Sweet Way

Divinely blessed here you are

listening to a call afar, 

listening in with all your heart,

waiting here as it all starts

blooming.

And bells are blossoming with the sweetest scent

and all the air is laden fresh

as raindrops dwell all around

and in your heart you feel the sound

of Love.....

The peace, the quiet, the heaven sent,

the kind you seek and always meant

to find.

But oh, many lessons came with that

as you looked

for what you thought you needed

and none of those succeeded

the way you thought they ought to do

but, truly dear we're telling you

they always do enlighten you,

bring the lessons you came to learn

and every time you did discern

and grew to leave, to indeed succeed

in growing

and coming to the knowing

that we all do,

is our path and in our heart

we know that's true,

as growing is a learning too.

Every time you come to share

and give a sense of all your caring,

then in that way and in your sharing

comes a blessing to lead you on

to somewhere new,

and someplace stronger within you.

So as the bells chime in their own sweet way,

you are here in your everyday,

to simply follow in a simple way

and all will bloom

and fragrance will indeed

show you how you do succeed

by proceeding on, in a patient way,

to seek yourself and hear us say.....

Keep going.

Keep the door always open

and into your life at any time

comes the sweetest bell

with the clearest chime,

the bell to ring the changes in,

the bell to swing on any lovely breezy day

and let you feel in every way

the blessings all around you,

the every-days you live through,

the awareness of the little things

and the simplest way the daily brings

Love to you.

Hearts will sing, when you love yourself

in your life you have,

the inner joy glows bright

as you pass to sleep every night.

Oh glory, glory, I hear the call

of every bell in the country-side,

lightly chiming to call the day,

it's yours' indeed so bring in play

and expand yourself in many ways.

Written in the New Moon 

with the beautifully fragrant Philadelphus Mexicanus,

Mexican Mock Orange, on November 22, 2014 

22/11 = 2 Master numbers